Ion Jutaran

Soul Mate - Poem by Ion Jutaran

Their is a golf between the soul and HIs spiritualZion.The fire flies, the night fairies sings of imminentsalvation.But yet vague is the landmarks of emotionalJerusalem, The Holy city of faith.This body, oh cosmic vehicle that starves..The soul within craves, The spirit thirsts for the living springs of soul'smate.For the Love song's potion will not heal the void!